Owl grinned. “Just let me fuck you, baby. Let me make you come until you cry. That’s what you need. And that’s what I want to give you.”
That was what I needed right now. I spread my legs and grabbed a hold of the headboard.
“That’s my girl.”
I let go of the headboard and put my hand up. “Owl, you’re gonna have to stop calling me that. It messes with my head.”
“Calling you what?” He reached out a hand and tweaked one of my breasts.
I took a deep breath before I continued. “Your girl. I’m not your girl.”
He didn’t answer. He reached for the other breast.
“I’m not,” I said. “Am I?”
With his other hand Owl reached between us and put his fingers in me. “How about this? This is my pussy.” He stroked up with his index and middle finger hitting that good-good spot. He stroked my clit with his thumb.
My legs opened wider for him. “Yeah, it’s your pussy, Owl.”
He smiled at that, like a little boy that just got a toy car. “Yeah, that’s my pussy. I’m gonna make my pussy come. I’m gonna make my pussy drip.”
My hips moved in time to his finger thrusts. I was close in less than a minute. But then he withdrew.
“Owl, what the fuck?”
“It’s dripping,” he said. “I wanna taste it.”
I slapped my legs closed. He raised an eyebrow at me. I tried to mimic the gesture, but felt both of my brows raise to my hairline instead of just one. “You want a taste? I want a taste to.” I indicated his crotch.
He smirked. “You want it?” He grabbed my legs and flipped me over so that I was on top of him with my pussy over his mouth. “Go get it baby.”
Owl pulled my hips down to his tongue and took a slurping lick. My upper body crumbled, and I fell face first into his crotch. He chuckled. His breath tickled my clit making it throb even more.
I reached for his belt to get at his cock, but he parted my ass cheeks and rimmed my asshole. My upper body collapsed at the first feel of those new sensations. I’d had a few boyfriends who I’d engaged in anal sex with. But they all had simply slapped on a condom, applied lubrication, and got down to the messy business of ass fucking. I’d never enjoyed it, not once. It always left me sore and dreading the toilet for days after. No one had ever taken their tongue there before.
Owl licked at my anus just like he would my clit. First light flicks, then wet circles, and then finally he sucked. I was trembling and moaning. Getting to his dick was a distant memory.
He spread my cheeks wide, dragging his tongue from my anus all the way back to my clit. He’d focus alternately on my clit, then my anus with those flicks, circles, and sucks. As soon as I could predict his motions, he changed them up. He let my ass cheeks go and spread my pussy lips. He stuck his tongue up my channel, lightly nipping with his teeth.
My mission to suck his cock dry was completely abandoned now. I lay my head beside his dick, which was still covered in jeans. I felt it twitching. Was it laughing at my sub par attempts to bend its owner to my will?
Owl didn’t urge me to unzip him and get to work on his dick. In fact, with the few brain cells I had left, I was certain he’d rimmed my ass to get me to lose my focus. It was as though he was content to spend the whole night pleasing me.
But that was absurd. No guy was that selfless.
I rallied my senses and unzipped his pants. His dick spilled out, standing at the ready. I got to work kissing at the swollen head. I’d had many cocks in my day, but there was something pleasing about the texture and taste of Owl’s. I licked up the precum in the divot of his cockhead. Then I suckled the underside of the bulbous head, reveling in the curves and how they fit perfectly in the cradle of my tongue.
Still, Owl didn’t urge me on. He didn’t reach up and grab my head to push me all the way down on him. He didn’t thrust up into my mouth to force me to take more of him. He lay perfectly
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